‘My wife’s auntie was found dead here and if those townspeople I’ve met were here, I assume they killed her.’ ‘Yes -it’s a strong possibi...ity, they were once friendly and this was a quiet town.’ There’s pieces of the puzzle in my mind that hasn’t come together yet, however I’m trying not to further frighten my son. The stranger then shakes my hand and greets himself to me as Dauber. ‘My apologies, sorry for not greeting myself to you earlier- I’m Denis Cane Sawyer Sr, and this young man here. “Sounds like a duel is needed. Pistols at 20 paces, or whatever. Whoever is Burr gets the job.”“Say what?” Alonzo asked.“Sorry,” I said with a slight smile. “I’m a history buff. Didn’t you learn about the duel between Vice President Aaron Burr and the former Secretary of the Treasury Alexander Hamilton?”“I must have missed that one in American History class,” he chuckled.“Burr felt insulted, so he challenged Hamilton to a duel, and killed him during the duel. I was kidding, obviously. Any idea. The bastard was bare backing me. No! Stop! I did not want his raw cum in my torn up ass. My own cock began to spasm. The spasm started in my lower bowels, deep in my ass where Stevies bell was working. Everything exploded and everything went to full dark. Did the power go out? Was I dying? CHAPTER THIRTEEN Thursday is bowling night. Yes, hard to believe. Our local bowling alley has the fancy black lighting, an excellent sound system and flat screens for sports. Pool tables, darts, table hockey,. It must have been many years ago. She looked around her, then cautiously descended the two steps to the sidewalk. She was wearing a black leather skirt and a blue blouse. Her feet were clad with black, high-heeled pumps. I was able to see the graceful curves of her calves and thighs under her patterned stockings. She cringed as a car whooshed above us, then set out on her way. I followed her at a safe distance. She was walking swiftly, using her crutches like an expert. At first, I didn’t see.